One..Two..ACT!

-in no particular order-

Scene 1

dils: i found rafael on facebook but he imposes restricted access. Cannot see his baby boy
phypster: u sure it's him?
dils: yeah, there's a picture of him and the missus. he looks like Bond posterboy with white tux and a gun in hand. seems like they were at a mannequin party
phypster: masquerade party

Scene 2

phypster: i need to balik seremban and pick up my baju rayas from the tailor. this year i got this cheongsam collars dress complete with the typical chinese buttons.
dils: are u using that chinese arcade fabric?
phypster: chinese brocade

Scene 3

the pink clamp starts blasting "i got it from my momma"

dils: (unfamiliar no.) hello!
nextline: hello (in a very peppy voice kalah the other D from the Prez office) i've been trying to call you for ages babe. How u doin'?
dils: (trying to register who on earth is calling, sounds familiar but so so. south asia slang btw) hey i've been terrific. and u?
nextline: good. good.
dils: so is this weekend on? or u have to go back ipoh?
nextline: *silence*
dils: eh, are u the person i thought u are? u are my friend nidie, no? *silence* hmm i honestly think u've got the wrong number.
nextline: yeah, i think so too..sorry babe. bye!

i swear if that was a guy who called me just now, i will without doubt prolong the conversation :)

p/s: i am not sexually deprieved. (whateva that means)